serendipitouschild:

I crave you.
A sort of hunger for your presence.
To hear your words,
Those of which I’ve fallen in love with.

The way they pour out your mind,
Glide through your lips,
Almost poetic
watching them float through the air,
Suddenly bursting in front of me
Like star dust sprinkled on canvas,
As I watch as it stain the surface of my mind
Creating something better than a painting,
An understanding,
Your understanding.

I love to listen to you speak.

(via prettytoesncurlyfros)